Let the wind rustle beneath your wings
Tugging at your feathers
Let the night sky
Camouflage you in darkness
Let the moon shine in your coal-black eyes
Let the worms dig their tunnels ever deeper
For fear of the crow
The omens of foreboading
Even humans are humbled by your presense
Fearing your caw
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Author: Jack Bennett
Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.
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